Friday, August 13, 2010

A*SH*N*A:PROSTHESES PAR EXCELLENCE

You were not with me
in Pei's pyramids
of mirrors
and questions.
you were not with sun
and your images
were not at peak
to stay in camera obscura.
You were not you
and not of you of you.
You were unidentified by you
un of
identi
fied
d.
*
Are we getting
another pounding
from bewitched bay?
Or giving the sly fox
another chance
to cheat
in ambiguity?
Or agonizing steps
to take
in steps?
Versions of you
when you ask
for a big river in the valley
and or when you run it.
Sun surfs
to wash off pale rainbows
after the rain,
*
MEDITATION BLUE
SWIMMING SCULPTURE
IN WINDY WAVE.
*
Shrunk river swelling in you
and shrunkback
like flip flop of august.
What color were you?
What color
were your eyes
when you arrived
on your dream boat of some times?
What color
were
your hearts?
*
AND SUN RETURNS
TO WASH OFF
YOUR PALE RAINBOW
WITH SWELLING RIVER.

1 comment:

  1. THE POET SAID TO HACKER...
    when I return
    to add on your red dots
    your red dots
    on your coward skirt
    is retro.
    no matter
    in what characters or mood
    you gotta take it off
    and pull it on your head
    or look for more dots
    red
    or whatever

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